A Country Getaway Part 02
My thanks to the anonymous submission of feedback with the suggestions on plot development for Part 02!
After breakfast and clearing the table, Bridget and Sarah showered and decided to go for a hike in the woods surrounding the cabin. Bridget wore loose sweatpants and a tank with her Converse, and Sarah had put on some chevron-patterned leggings with her oversized tank. Both were sporting messy buns of half-dried hair thrown up on top of their heads. Strolling arm in arm, the best friends chatted about the fauna they saw and the bonfire the night before. Eventually the chatter settled into a comfortable silence.
After a few minutes, Sarah tensed up her face. "You know, Tom's been watching a lot of porn lately," she said quietly.
"Oh? Anything I'd like? I bet he likes those big booty girls, he seems like the type," Bridget teased. When she saw Sarah's contorted face, she became serious again. "I'm sorry. Is it causing problems?"
"Well," Sarah said hesitantly, "I don't have a problem with porn really, but he watches so much of it I think that he is starting to have some performance issues with me. We haven't had good sex in months. I guess I'm just not as hot as those girls he watches."
Bridget stopped abruptly, causing Sarah to jerk backward and almost lose her footing. "I don't believe that." Turning to Sarah, she took her face in her hands and squeezed, causing her lips to pucker awkwardly. "You are gorgeous. I mean, just look at you! Most women would kill to have breasts that perky at our age." With that, she let her hands slide down to Sarah's breasts to squeeze them lightly, then bounced them up and down. "See? You're stunning with absolutely no makeup, your skin practically glows. And you're fit, you've got an ass I could bounce a quarter off of. That's no joke! Must be all that running you do." Bridget slid her hands down Sarah's waist and around to cup her buttocks. "Damn."
Sarah giggled and blushed. "Stop it, Bridget!" she said a little breathlessly, playfully swatting at Bridget's hands as they groped her ass. "Someone's going to see us!"
"No one's out here, Sarah. We are in bum-fucking nowhere. I could yell and they wouldn't hear me." With that, she threw back her head and let out a whoop so loud that Sarah covered her ears while she laughed. When Bridget was done howling, she looked down at Sarah, just a few inches shorter than her. "Do you want me to stop?"
They stood for a long moment holding each other, Sarah's arms draped over Bridget's shoulders, their faces close and their bodies pressed against each other. Sarah's breathing was measured and forcibly steady. She thought about all the times they had touched before... playful, innocent touching. Hugs, kisses, even slapping each other's butts and playing with each other's breasts, all out of friendship and enjoyment of each other without a hint of sexuality. They'd seen each other naked plenty of times, had sleepovers in the same bed. But had it been that innocent the whole time, even for her? This felt different somehow, more serious, like something might come of it. Did she want that? All she knew was that she felt safe and for the first time in a very long time, turned on. Did it matter if it led to something else or if she could just indulge this once, especially if it had been so long since she had felt this way? Her desire flooded through her memories, seeing Bridget in a new light, and she was captivated.
"No," Sarah finally said under her breath. She looked up at Bridget, being absorbed and taken in by those lovely, plump lips. Acting on impulse, Sarah pushed up on to her toes just a bit and kissed Bridget gently. Bridget uttered a surprised
mmph
before returning the kiss, closing her eyes and enjoying the first long taste of her best friend's mouth. Their soft lips explored each other, Bridget slowly inserting a bit of tongue just to test the waters. Sarah hungrily responded, pulling Bridget down into a deeper kiss and moaning in the back of her throat, her tongue lashing out.
The kiss lasted forever, and when they parted, breathless and surprised, they didn't want to quite let go of each other yet. In wonder, they just looked at each other with fresh eyes.
Disengaging reluctantly, Sarah became shy suddenly. "There's something I want to show you," she said, turning to walk slowly. Bridget smiled mischievously and grabbed her hand as she joined her.
"There are lots of things I want to show you," she replied flirtatiously. Sarah blushed.
As they walked, Sarah turned to Bridget with a teasing look. "So you and Freddy seemed to get along pretty well."
Bridget smirked. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. He's really good looking."
"I know, right? He is soooo hot."
Bridget looked at Sarah quizzically, raising her eyebrows. "Yeah... okay..."
Sarah peered back at Bridget, then let loose a startling guffaw. "Oh my god! Bridget!" she cried, laughing so hard she had to stop walking and bend over. She laughed so hard she started coughing. Bridget slapped her on the back, still confused. Once Sarah recovered enough to speak and could breathe again, she said "He's m-my step-brother! We're not related. I wish you could have seen your face!" Sarah burst into a new fit of laughter.
"Oh for Pete's sake," Bridget said, starting to laugh herself. "I was really worried about you there for a minute!"
They continued walking, and Sarah explained to Bridget how her divorced mother had remarried when she was eleven to a man that had a son. Thus, her step-brother Freddy. Freddy had spent most of his time at his mother's house, and visited his dad on the weekends and a few weeks over summer.
"Man, he made puberty awkward," Sarah said. "It felt weird to have a crush on my own step-brother. I didn't know what to do about it."
"Oh, I'd know what to do about it," Bridget replied. The girls looked at each other and giggled again. "Have you ever wanted to do anything with him?"